An enemies to lovers story! What happens when a girl enters an all boys school with eight other girls...
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(Joseph descamps x Oc)
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I walk to Latin class with Michelle and Simone and I roll my eyes when I see The boy smirking at me. I swear he looked so familiar like I knew him.
I walk in class and I take a seat, placing my bag down, I see the boy sitting all the way in the back with his friends, I roll my eyes and I turn around.
The Teacher, Mr. Douillard asks the class a question and I raise my hand waiting to get picked but no. He just keeps looking around the classroom if anyone else was raising their hand, does he need a new prescription of glasses or something?? I'm literally right infront of him with my hand raised.
The annoying jerk raises his hand and of course Mr. Douillard picks him instead, what a sexist son of a bitch....
"Yes, Descamps?" Mr. Sexist hag says or should I say Mr. Douillard.
Wait. Descamps?! As in joseph Descamps..?
No, no, no it can't be.
HIM?! Of course it's fucking him, and he hasn't changed one bit.
This school year is gonna suck.
"I think Mademoiselle has her hand up." Descamps said while laughing.
"I see..well, yes?" Mr. Doulliard says as I stand up and I speak.
" The Romans welcome Horatio with joy and congratulations and escort him to his house." I say with a confident tone as I look up.
"The Roman's cheer Horatio." Mr Doulliard says in an unimpressed tone of voice. "Can you conjugate the word Ovare?"
I put my hands behind my back as I do what Mr. Doulliard asked, not noticing boys passing a random note behind me.
"Give me that." Mr Doulliard says, looking at a boy behind me who is holding a piece of paper.
"You think this is funny?" Mr Doulliard says to the boy while looking at whatever dumb shit was in the piece of paper.
"It wasn't me." The boy said.
"Who is responsible for this masterpiece?" Mr. Doulliard said in a stern tone.
"What is your name?" Mr. Doulliard asked the boy.
The boy spoke. "It wasn't me."
"It wasn't me" Mr Doulliard said, mocking the boy.
I sit back down, staring at the scene that unfolds.
"All culprits have the same name." Mr Doulliard continued to speak.
"They must all be related." "Okay mister it wasn't me."
"My name is Laubrac." The boy said.
"All right, Laubrac." Mr Doulliard spoke, looking at Laubrac.
"Are you the boy from foster care?"
"Some nobody's son trying to graduate? How amusing."
Mr. Doulliard continues.
"Didn't anyone teach you discipline in the care system?"
"I won't let a bastard disrupt my class, get out." Mr. Doulliard says in a firm tone as I continue to watch in horror, I turn to look at Descamps, acting so innocent when everyone except for the teacher knows damn well he was the one who made that note.
"But he didn't do anything!" I blurt out.
"Didn't they teach you how to raise your hand in the all girls school, Ms Baudelaire?" Mr Doulliard says, turning to me.
"You and your new friend can go to detention together then."
I roll my eyes and I get my stuff and I leave the classroom with Laubrac but right before I go to detention I hear joseph snicker in the back and I glare at him as I leave the class.
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